LAURA MARIE

Week #39 was the week I broke down. It started with a panic. I completely lost my sense of direction and started to question why I even write songs. One of my beloved friends, who I used to perform with but who I hadn't seen in a long while, went to one of my shows. My husband asked him, "Did you ever think she'd still be doing this after all these years." He answered, "She needs this." He knows me after all this time. He should. He saved my life once. Carried me out of a deep depression. And it's true. I need this. It keeps me sane. As another friend described it, "You're a little bit crazy and you have something to say." So, I need to say it. The prompt was prompted by what was happening in the world that week. I was so angered at the injustices, the people who spoke out without an ounce of compassion for each other. Actions and reactions. So much pain and anger. I wanted to heal it but felt absolutely powerless to do or say anything helpful. "Don't shoot" was the prompt. 




More than This
Don’t shoot I am unarmed
All I have are words
Breaking in my heart
Jagged edges on the inside
Carve and cut me open wide
too wounded to fly
Tired of the tireless fight

Don’t shoot I am unarmed
In remembrance of the fear
underneath these scars
All the anger’s on the outside
Holding back the tears
stonewall of pride
and I’m in over my head
Drowning in the tears unshed

The moral of the story
Is we live and die
by what we find within
And the lesson to be taken
With some small consolation
is we’re born for more
than this

Don’t shoot I am unarmed
If all we are is waiting
On the worst to come
Then it’s gonna be a hard cry
Longer than a long time
tired of being afraid
buried in the beds we made

The moral of the story
Is we live and die
by what we find within
And the lesson to be taken
With some small consolation
is we’re born for more
than this
©lauramariemusic2014